Category: Rumi

This being human is a guest house

Rumi Meditatinh=g KITThis being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows
Who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.

Still treat each guest honourably,
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
Meet them at the door laughing,
And invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Poem by rumi

Rumi 7

“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” image

“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.”

“What you seek is seeking you.”

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.”

“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”

“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”

Gazing at the Light

The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
So many garish lamps in the dying brain’s lamp-show,
Forget about them.
Concentrate on the essence, concentrate on the Light.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire,
The Light streams towards you from all things,
All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion.
The lamps are different,
but the Light is the same.
One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind,
Endlessly emanating all things.
One turning and burning diamond,
One, one, one.
Ground yourself, strip yourself down,
To blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes.

Jalal-ud-Din Rumi

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